tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-67120839819836580712024-02-19T08:05:14.545+05:30That Curly Chick!Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.comBlogger28125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-54351019872568505112017-05-27T16:42:00.000+05:302017-05-28T11:20:53.426+05:30The Uprising<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Somewhere behind the scenes,</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">There must be a time travelling me, </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Holding multiple scenarios of my times and lives,</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Extended by the rope they could be?</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And then maybe he nudged once a while..</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To see how strong</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The response could be</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He would lighten up each time maybe</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To see tears of dying hope</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Throughout the night he would see her cry</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And still would not pacify</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The disease was now too wide spread</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And slowly her will started to wither</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">This was not about a doctor in need</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">But a companion that she sought after</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">When hope ran too low</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And the symptoms were severe</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She could feel the curse</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">That was cast on her</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A trusted love</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Though failed to see</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Her pain and misery</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Her call to thee</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She had to pick the fallen pieces</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Of her heart before her body</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Blaming her destiny</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Would be an easy remedy</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A long fight that lay ahead</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Gave her the grim</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">The devil greeted her in many forms</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">While pain seethed her skin</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She sought after the eternal</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">but he believed in love too</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">if you cant gather help</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">i dont think i can help too</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">He gave the advice</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">For me to look within</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Dont rely on the world </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Too busy with their sins</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She longed to sleep</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Peacefully one day</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Without the thoughts </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Of the disease conquering in any way</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">It was the cancer</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Of the mind more than the body</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Widespread and deep</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Embracing her spirit</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">And on her way through the dwindling light</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A restricting alliance she eagerly sought</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Amongst all the hidden boundaries </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">A little solace to her it bought</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She gathered her strength</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">With all her might</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Put the lever ahead </span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">To put up the fight</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">She would show the time traveller</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">His time for sport was over</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">It's now her turn to play</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Just move on over!</span></div>
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">PS: The title credit goes to a very dear friend Mayur. The author can rarely proceed without his opinions in these matters... :p</span><br />
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<span style="font-kerning: none;">Cheers</span><br />
<span style="font-kerning: none;">Sne!</span></div>
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Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-91151624069779678932016-12-01T16:33:00.000+05:302016-12-04T17:58:21.929+05:30Dear 30 something mothers..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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While I am grappling between the pleasures of mother hood
and balancing time for myself I am increasingly feeling a certain growing
unrest amongst my fellow 30 something mothers. The internet is replete with
articles which state how one is 'supposed' to loose ONESELF.. sacrifice your
pleasures and dedicate all the time that you have at hand to watch your kid
grow - at least for a certain time period, according to a Huffington post
writer! Then there are those video adverts that keep rotating on Facebook and
other social media channels which elaborate how important is it to appreciate a
woman's contribution while she is a stay at home mom, I mean seriously, give me
a break!! And the worst thing to happen is get like the highest number of likes
or shares for that stupid post! Most stay at home mom's I know, seem to have
given up looking after themselves. I am not against a stay at home mom... I am just
against propagating it. You made that choice for yourself.. why gather sympathy
now? If you don’t feel good about your situation work on it please.</div>
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I feel surprised and disgusted at the same time to know how
easy it is to give up and seek solace in misery and let the whole world feel empathetic
for your situation...under the veil of posing happy pics with your kid..</div>
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While I was pregnant with Annie, I had this constant feeling
of unrest within myself as to how my life is going to change after my child
comes to my life... Moreover how it will change the equation between me and my
husband. While i wanted to enjoy the pleasures of motherhood I certainly was
not ready to sacrifice anything else for it. At least mentally I wasn’t... I
was in constant need of a solution to come around the situation and was
constantly in a state of battle with myself. At work place too, I dealt with
challenges like silent dismissal of sorts which irked me even more.</div>
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In my bid to do something about this feeling I browsed for
hundreds of hours, read quite a few books and even took up a few online
courses. It was amongst one of those online courses that I interacted with one
kind gentlemen whose wife was passing through the same phase that I was...
amongst the other things that he told me was the fact that I now had 'more
power' to myself only if I chose to identify it and harness it. While the words
'more power' really stuck with me I was still a little clueless as to what I
was going to do with it.</div>
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Motherhood came and with it came with all the pleasures and
sorrows of parenthood. Annie was the most wonderful I had seen, and I promised myself
I’ll give her all the happiness in the world. 2 months later I realized I will
not be able to. :p</div>
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That i had my demons to fight and I still had a balance to
keep with my two month old. So what was I going to do?</div>
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I decided to take all the help that was available. A host of
people are ready to help only if you allow them to. So parents were involved,
house help was sought after, timings were adjusted...</div>
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A customary time-out with dear husband was planned time and
again! We love the movies, Netflix and the chill.. We figured a way of doing
it... No, I will not let go of the things that I hold dear. Frequency was
reduced but activity still continued..</div>
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I missed my friends… I took Annie along... I wanted to go exercise
I took the whole family along, I wanted to dine out I dressed my daughter
pretty... the kid ate chicken kalamari at 8 months... the only thing I gave up
was my loneli-ism to not let that 'SELF' of me go away...</div>
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I attended weddings, traveled to Goa and joined work -- all
before Annie turned 6 months... there was no way I was going to let myself go...
and in the end achieve an over demanding daughter who sits on my head to get
her way.. Annie has been a difficult kid and she still does get her way… But
the whole idea ladies, is, to combine two to three circles in the spheres of
your life to get the desired results...</div>
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The kid will turn out to be wonderful because she has you as
her mother... So choose to be happy so
that you can raise a happy child. As Dumbledore once said, <i>“It’s our choices that show what we truly are far more than our
abilities.”</i></div>
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<i>Cheers</i></div>
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<i>Sne!</i></div>
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Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-77167744415839475772013-05-25T18:37:00.004+05:302013-05-26T01:21:13.183+05:30Tomorrow I will survive<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">As your remnants still lie beneath</span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Time and again I think of you</span><br>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">A wave of thoughts immerses me in the events of the past </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">then i talk to myself like i would talk to you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Suddenly i stop</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Greeted with silence</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Hearing the bustling of the trees beneath my house</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I realize that the world is moving on without me</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">As i battle through the cacophony of the voices inside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I lead the inner drive to concentrate on the mundane</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">And slowly you fade away</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">While i struggle to adjust my eyes in the dark</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I try to put up</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Against the witnessed naivety</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">But those deceiving eyes still hold up strong</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Mocking my innocence </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I plan my withdrawal</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Amidst the echoes of your voice </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Now dimmed by distance</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">With a promise of revival </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Fighting the chaos inside</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">I slip into a deep slumber</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Tomorrow i will survive</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Cheers</span><br>
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS",sans-serif; font-size: small;">Sne!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ever wondered why your 33 year old unmarried boss is always so pissed off with you? That mid 40's client that you have been servicing for so many years has suddenly started acting like a control freak? That man who calls you every 30 minutes to find out whether the job given to you is in progress or no? that young married & supposedly happily married senior colleague is suddenly sitting on top of your head to watch your every move ? Is that good old friend of yours suddenly been sulking & cribbing a lot more than ever? Have you just been wondering why the world around you is turning so nasty??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Blame it all on sex.. Yes my friend.. My general understanding of life in 28 years of survival tells me that we all work for sex.. not money.. not love? But sex!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Men get their first erection as babies. Some websites that i have been through have said that using ultra sound scanners baby boys in the womb have been observed with erections. Though i cant prove the authenticity of the information & i haven't been keen enough to check with a doctor, point of the matter remains men have been at it since their fathers seed got into their mothers wombs. On the other side of the gratification lies a woman who in a considerable number of cases has proved to have a much higher sexual appetite than their male partners. Women for that matter have been treated as sexual objects by men forever since forever but studies have proven that lack of sex in a woman can actually affect her head. They may take it as a negative comment on their own attractiveness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A sexually satisfied human being is much more stable headed, concentrates better, has better relationships and raises better children too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You might have by now started to wonder that I am being a bit superficial & that sex stands no chance against true love. But hey.. that needs to be expressed too. That needs to be illustrated too.. theres no point of love or true love for that matter if theres no sex. And trust me sex gets into your life much deeper than that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ok now forget the penis for a moment, the vagina & the clitoris too.. think of a car instead, lets suppose you buy a brand new car. You carry out your common maintenance tasks regularly like car wash, check replace engine oil, replace oil filters, fuel filters, inspect or replace windshield wipers etc. Why do you do these? For better performance right? So that the car gives a better mileage? yes? Now replace your body with the car? your body will give a better mileage only when your common maintainence task of sex is carried out regularly. Read mileage as anything in this case -- an enhanced work life, good relationships, better parenting etc. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You bloody well need that sex. & at every point in life. And you have to work for it. If i am sitting around waiting to feel like i feel when i am aroused.. thats not going to happen. i have to do all that i do to make me aroused which even includes arousing your partner if he reciprocates in that fashion. Each one has its own style to make themselves feel aroused.. for some its talking dirty, for some its a kinky movie.. role plays have been popular forever & the fantasy of a doggie style is never out of fashion.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It also works as a great catalyst even in your romance. Couples having regular sex seem to be more romantically involved, enjoy better compatibility levels & have lesser fights. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Even sex for the heck of it works sometimes. You've had a bad day at office, a pesky relative has made your life miserable or someone's unwanted leching is making you feel uneasy.. come back home, think dirty, talk kinky, see the naked in act & get under sheets & just do it. Even you to yourself if you don't have a partner. after all loving your self & expressing the same towards your body is extremely important.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The other health benefits have been talked about forever.. like improved sense of smell, better skin at old age, less frequent cold & flu, better teeth, controlled cholesterol & what not.. the list is endless.. so you choose.. do it for the perfect body, for a level head, before that important deal you are about to sign, for a better life but just do itt…</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And the next time you see your boss ranting unnecessarily.. just smile to your self.. take it easy & say to yourself get some sex baby.. you'll be better off.. ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Silence here & silence there</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Inspite of the noise everywhere</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its been long</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& i have waited</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">but u seem to have turned </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& moved far away</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my hope is dwindling</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">my fears increasing</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Id be left alone</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">in this world so bright</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">where darkness is a form of light</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I have been forbidden</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">from this world they say</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">for i took the step </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">to have u in my way</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I explain myself</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& fight from within</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">With the thoughts that claim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The worst of the sins</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I look at my naked self in the mirror</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& see a frail, easily hurt figure</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The once ripening curves </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Now look greyish & sapless</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& i think maybe</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">it just lacks the sun & warmth</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">disappointed at the resulting womanhood</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i realise it has now gone opaque</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& then I remember the you</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">who loved me physically long ago</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the passion in your eyes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sang the songs of lust</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The mirror reflects my thinness</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But to me it is not becoming</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The longish slope of my haunches you loved</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Is now, just flatenning</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As i slip into my nightdress</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& fall back on the bed</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">another day goes by </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& the endless night comes</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Unjust, Unjust, I shout out to myself</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I cry out aloud </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& call out your name</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Why wont you come</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Why wont you come?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">PS: This poem cud be considered as a sequel to the previous one, Also the title was suggested by a very dear Friend, Mayur!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& did not put on her mask</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The one that she used everyday</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To fake all her tasks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">That morning breeze felt different</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And she felt no guilt</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Still perceiving in his touch</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The feeling of his tender lips were still on her body</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And she was engulfed in his being</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The love marks he’d left</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But the world wouldn’t accept</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She would be disowned</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She’d gone to meet him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She was tired of the mundane</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He stood there waiting for her</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Like 10 years back</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Both had aged up now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She placed a kiss on his cheek</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The plan was a drink & dinner & a drive back home</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But the situation today, would take a new turn</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The conversation was mundane, just at the brim</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They let their eyes , do the thing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2 drinks & loosened up</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They had now started to laugh</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The guards were coming down</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And he suggested a drive</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The destination was unknown </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& the morning went till 5</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The music was regular</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not setting up the mood</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They both were alone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She knew what would happen next</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Knowing not how to begin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The communication was meaningless</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He was just buying time</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He loved to see her talk</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Her innocence her charm</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He was letting the whole thing form</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Laughing like a child</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slowly he held her hand</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The talks stopped for a second</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She stared into his eyes</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He peeked at her from the corner of his eye</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was her turn now</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">To let the devil take control</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She led him ahead</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Slowly down the road</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Her heart beating fast</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She leaned on him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Confirming her presence </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It all came clean</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In no time their lips had met</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They were spent in each others arms</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As she walked out of his car; placed a kiss on his cheek</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She waved him a good bye</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She would get back tomorrow</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And wear the same old mask</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But today was different</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She couldn’t fake her tasks</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For no one would approve </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Of her dirty deeds</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She’d failed her marriage</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& failed herself</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She wanted go </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& tell him that she loved</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But she was 10 years late</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She took the step ahead</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And broke the mundane</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She ended the already dead</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They all disowned her</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She was now alone.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">She doesn’t know where to find him</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For he was gone</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">He’d come back one day</span></div>
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</div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-90279984872830345132011-06-07T17:50:00.003+05:302012-06-24T21:34:13.601+05:30The Political Boogie Boogie<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Ok… This country is probably at the crossroads of its governance. And the government is creating examples of how not to govern repeatedly. Every news that hits the stands greets aggression from all platforms that humankind has ever rendered us with. I don’t think any other citizen’s civil life is as exciting & as happening as that of an Indian. Seriously!! Where do you get scams of that magnitude at a rapid rate? Too much to dope about!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Everyone’s talking about them & some people (who call themselves social representatives/leaders) have gone to the extent of finding some sort of solution to the so called gaming-scheming the corporate & political bigwigs of India Inc have put us into. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">How do we find a solution to this is the biggest question the nation is facing at this moment. It has to stop somewhere & how?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Everybody is exploring all the angles their brain cells could allow & different people in power from various places have come up with suggestions to alleviate the consequences of potential malfunctioning in the system. Not even one stone has been left unturned in criticizing the government’s actions to deal with the situation & don’t even get me started on our lousy PMjee's lame duck attitude.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">There are some who have emerged from nowhere to represent the new face of political leadership & have made an attempt to experiment revolt methods to succumb the government to their demands. These movements have somehow gathered momentum with people from different strata’s joining their cause. Slowly with the growing aggression the news has travelled to the news stands & electronic channels who know how to make the most of this kind of dope – ultimately leading to gaining the stature of being called a MOVEMENT. And bang.. The guy leading the movement suddenly gets some 1million searches on the Google page, which means you know he's famous. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">A few such movements lately. Like the Candle lighting after the 26/11 Mumbai attack, The Hazare fast movement & the Ramdev's bullshit at Ramlila Maidan (it’s a movement, nevertheless) & the likes are some of the most recent ones. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Also with this kind of a political environment there is an increasing necessity to belong to one of these movements according to my observation (which could well be wrong). The need to be classified into something that everyone else is into. Its about more than herd behavior, Like more of taking stands but It is definitely of vital importance to ‘Belong’ & have an opinion of that belonging; same as everyone else in that particular belonging. For e.g.: Like the houses in school where pupils are divided into a number of houses which are named after maybe Saints, colors etc. Every kid admitted into a certain house conducts all activities within the jurisdiction or for that house. The individual accolades win points for the house & there is competition between houses. See the political parties behaving in a somewhat similar manner?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">So how did all of this occur to me?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">And he remains speechless. But he is also adamant. It will do good he knew. Or he believes!! (A part of the belonging) How?? No clue. Whatsoever!! Also there were a few other such instances which made me believe that there is an increasing tendency to be classified in to the house system laid by the British Raj. Yes it was bought to us by them. By and large I could think for four broad classifications.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">If you find yourself supporting a particular cause just because you feel like supporting a cause or because your neighbor supports it, welcome to being a cursory supporter. In this you have no fucking clue why you support this cause. You just support it because so that you are not left out of discussions & you also have a view of that group. (Just a borrowed one) You are with a belonging & you feel safe. You are neither interested nor likely to develop interest in the wrong-doings of the movement or the society or what others think or whether anyone cares a fuck. You got yourself classified & u r happy.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">If you are one of those who feels deeply for this country & are extremely saddened by the fact that the on-goings are spoiling its reputation, welcome to being the ‘Fervent Disciple’. Your situation is just a little better than the Cursory ones because you know the exact purpose of the movement & support it with full reason. What you don’t know is whether it will lead to the desired outcome & you haven’t even thought it that way. Basically you are totally missing the cause for which you are fighting. For you participating is of utmost importance. You will find yourself contributing to status updates posted on social networking websites, making opinions or initiating open-ended discussions, participating in rallies/candle lights held across your city, forwarding smses, encouraging others to support the cause & then rejoicing after the adamancy has been broken. You then slowly return to your work & lifestyle thinking you have done your bit whereas the matter which you supported is still somehow n the bin. You have just wasted your time & energy, satisfied your patriotic desire & been a part of fueling the trending topics on twitter with a #tag. (Get the connection?)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">These ones though they get classified together as a natural process & just make more sense they do no good to no one. They try to reason out everything & dont support anything. They are the first ones who'll question the meaning of the Lokpal Bill in campaigns like that. They'll reason out the supporters movement & may counter question one of the supporters to judge whether the movements existing purpose & tweak his head to make sense. Everything verified they may still decide not to support the movement because they are unsure of the ultimate outcome of the movement even after its success. They’ll also be the first ones to criticize with a ‘I told you so attitude” & will quietly enjoy the results if things succeed. They can make a good point while arguing against something & can criticize to No hell as to what disaster or what non-senses is being caused around. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">These are our new age gurus, the columnists, the bloggers, the opinion-makers & the likes. They have a lot to talk about. They often raise the most valid points, criticize the right things & point out the right mistakes. You’ll see a series of comments made by the Fervent Disciples & Imperturbable Mortals on their blogs & websites. They give a lot of valid dope, come on talk shows, get featured in newspapers & make the above 3 categories think. But then? What’s the point? </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Whatever one may support/not support everybody just seems to be so confused to me. The youth, the government, the politicians, the civilians. Supporting a cause is a good thing but this country does not give you reason to think straight & its becoming more of a concern rather than just a misunderstanding. It somehow shows that people seem to need to vent out the sudden wave of discomforting events. They are ready to support any Tom, Dick & Harry movement in the rage to do so. They just want justice & they want their money back. (Well, at least some think they'll get their money back. Ask them how & they'll have no fucking clue)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Adding fuel to this fire are the social media platforms multiplying into our blood like a new virus. All the mediums of communications seem to be connected & somehow it seems to pick the best of every sentiment from all the movement & place it on their platform to get the best out of it.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">Eventually what we have is a Mixed Vegetable handi of the communication platforms where the social media activists (thought leaders, columnists) struggle to get to print through their Twitter updates, the print media writes of how FB & twitter have revolutionized everything (describing how the news of the movement has become big) & how information transcends at an electric rate.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">So with whom lies the solution? I am as confused as you are. But I believe the Lokpal if formed was a good measure to start with. Secondly, just because one thing succeeded by conducting a fast that cant be se as a measure for something else by someone else. Remember that theory just because a thing A worked for some cause it may not work for other cause. The Ramdev’s insane rally should not have received this wide a magnitude. His entire stuff was bizarre. This guy teaches yoga, & should be trusted only for that. The government has definitely made a fool of themselves by doing a 360 degree aasan trying to turn the whole thing around. Firstly they took Hazare for granted & in order to avoid that kind of mistake again… took Ramdev too seriously? What bullshit!!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 10pt;">It’s been a monster drive for us till now & we don’t know for how long it will stay this way. But I believe the cleanup has begun. The chaos will bring in order in some form. The Cursory, Fervent & the Bootless will make sense & may be able to think clearly & we may actually end up having a stable government. </span></div>
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</div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-48159277728663341172010-12-11T23:52:00.000+05:302012-06-24T21:35:48.126+05:30The Bathing Ladies<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yesterday's BS carries an article named The Bathing Ladies. It basically talks about the artists from the early 20th century, trained in a style that has now come to be identified as academic realism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Academic Realism is a style of painting & sculpture produced under the influence of European academies & universities. What it basically means is painting a naked woman. Any painting/sculpture which has carved the most quintessential parts of a woman's body in order to depict that the woman is in her most comfortable form when naked could mean academic realism back then or as a matter of fact even now. Naked, keeping in mind that the comfort levels of a woman in the painting remain undettered even if she is amongst a crowd. (or so i understood)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The article carries pictures of 2 ladies, one unclothing her self as if to go for a bath & another of a wet woman just out of a bath in a white cotton saree which then clings to her body because of the water creating the element of voyeurism.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So i always wonder.. what's the pleasure one gets from painting a naked woman? Ok. granted Pleasure.. I'll buy the pleasure part.. The artists might be thinking of a woman in a partially clothed state which he would have otherwise wished to rip apart & so he goes ahead with his imagination and carves out a piece of what they call an 'art'- which is what people seem to be buying!! These 20th century paintings are auctioned for about Rs. 60 to 70 lakhs.. which is quite an amount. and that too of a partially or a completely naked woman when there's already enough sex & a hosts of naked woman available a dime a dozen.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">What impression would you want to give the visitors by depicting pictures of naked woman from the early 20th century on your living room wall? that you love to see & show off naked woman time & again & in order to pursue this passion you have spent 70 lakhs or that you are just too artistic that i fail too see that you do??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But the fact remains defying the argument stated above that people paint naked women & they are bought & money is earned. I think whether its from the early 20th century or from the late 21st century the excitement of a naked woman remains where it is. I don't mean to criticize people who paint or buy these pictures. I just want to ask them wots the deal?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The world may have moved ahead, the adoption of culture from the west to the east may have legalized painting & selling of Nudes in India & women may have become more outrageous & comfortable with their body. There may be a culture of bold sex of various kinds (lets not get into that. my previous posts hv already spoken abt it) & there may be a hell lot of sex workers now paying income tax.. Soo??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But still, There is nothing that beats the glimpse of a partially naked woman. The thought of imagining her entirely naked thereafter is an extremely enticing one. Semi-nude is the word. According to the article there were artists in the old era who had devoted themselves to painting the bathing women?? what a profession? If someone asked them what do you do? he would reply i am an artist, i paint only naked women, especially those who have just come out of a bath.. :) Hilarious. Their work of art was called The Bath series. With all due respect, and with all the open mindedness, its still pretty amusing...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Academic realism is almost practiced everywhere today. In fact what is practiced extends even beyond that.. The kingfisher calender would be nothing else but a nuance of academic realism.. Its almost playing with the viewers imaginative power.. Actually any human being with a radar like equipment would need no imaginative power to see whats beyond the visible, in this case!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So my questing again.. whats the deal with the painting??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Guess it all boils down to the hyped protuberance on the woman's body.. They are where the men are born .. & they are where they would die.. :D</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do i have any replies here, men?<img class="ext_img img" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" src="http://external.ak.fbcdn.net/safe_image.php?d=18432916a2170ce59fa6c12b9b3ee4b4&url=https%3A%2F%2Fblogger.googleusercontent.com%2Ftracker%2F6712083981983658071-3049495130993235941%3Fl%3Dmindblendingconcoctions.blogspot.com" /></span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-24976915477915700052010-12-09T17:08:00.006+05:302012-06-24T21:38:08.528+05:30The curious case of Niira Radia<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: small;">The recent Niira Radia tapes & her wrong doings have suddenly bought a lot in light. We have people throwing accusations at media & questioning the sanctity of PR as a profession. Responsible journalism for one & PR community acting as lobbyists is the talk of the season.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Somehow according to me it’s not about Journalism & also not about PR. No! No! No! We are all on the wrong track & I will explain why. We are busy seeing the consequences & have still not identified the problem. Discussion forums are cluttered with absolute rubbish with people throwing baseless allegations at the media bodies & PR communities. Just because I belong to the PR community I am not going to defend myself but I am going to state a real reason why this could have happened. (Well, according to me)</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The other day a friend called me on a Sunday afternoon & started a usual conversation. Since we both belong to the PR fraternity we usually end up discussing the news for the day. Who could have possibly worked on a which news & which agency doesn’t have the balls to do what. Our tendency also lies in sharing a good piece of edit or an article that either one of us has read in the newspapers. Obviously the last Sunday’s Edits were filled with the curious case of Nira Radia. We eventually got into talking about all the controversies involved therein with Niira Radia being the main talk point. Conversations did drift to Barkha Dutt & Vir Sanghvi but we bounced back to her on & off. Suddenly he asked me "If you were Niira Radia what would you have done?" It got my mind ticking. Seriously. I am in the same profession that she was in probably a decade ago. I am a good orator & can convince well. So by all means I can find myself in her shoes one day! So, what would I do? Well the first thing that I told him was an obviously lame, "I don’t know. I'm not of that level". He replied saying "what will you take to talk? And I seriously started thinking. The conversation made me realize something which I already have known & here it was being proved once again.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">So here goes my analysis of Niira Radia's mental state & to all the questions being raised around, also making an attempt to safeguard the PR fraternity & taking a stand as to what would I do if I were her.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As a PR professional, we indulge in a certain level of lobbying by influencing the actions of the media community (mostly) & any other community if need be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Lobbying equivalent for us could be as minute as demanding the questions in advance for an interview or also going to the extent of providing the journalists with the bait to favor our client.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">We do this to bring our client in good light. We do this because we get paid to do exactly THIS. A certain level of lobbying is inevitable for us to fill in our stomachs. Probably at that level we don't think it’s about "lobbying" by definition but it is lobbying under the sheets. Every individual may allow himself with a certain amount of restrictions (which may be moral/ethical) and certain amount of flexibility while in a job. It may be independent of the organizations rules & procedures. But one does this to survive. And organizations let them be to retain their talent. There needs to be a certain amount of relentlessness from both the sides. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">The real question comes in play when a person has the power to influence the decisions of Powerful people. For example Nira Radia had acquired the power to manipulate the decisions of people sitting in the south block. Its there when your allegations of responsible journalism, responsible governance & responsible lobbying comes into play. When one has the power to influence one must definitely consider allowing himself with certain restrictions about which I spoke in the prior paragraph & that’s exactly where she went wrong. Her addiction to ambition had taken over her work ethics & so she could not see where to stop. The line <i>"Geeli geeli chahat ki jaise "latt" hain re"</i> of the song Marjawaan from the movie Fashion is an apt explanation for the situation. When one gets addicted to ambition & it becomes so big that one stops listening to one’s mind & heart is when you know your need psychological help. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">There could be several reasons why she did this but I can think of this one. And probably this one is the most relevant one.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">According to me it’s all a game of POWER. It’s particularly rare for a woman to come in power as equivalent to hers. There might be a one Nira Radia in about 100000 women (or more) that becomes a part of corporate world. A very few from the herd make it to the top. Corporate Jungle is a world which is dominated by men of Power & Substance. A world where people think that few women make it to the top. (Which is true!!). Be it the east or the west the ratio of women to men in power is way less than otherwise. If in such an environment a woman has struggled to slowly make it big there are high chances of her mind being clouded with a feeling of superiority & a certain addiction for <b>bad ass</b></span> ambition. Women in particular have this crazy craving for power. Why? The Minority explains it all. There are times when their ambition becomes so big that takes over their mind & they indulge in activities equivalent to this one. An example of the same in the past could be Monica Bedi indulging into relationship with the famous underworld Don Abu Salem & Mandakini with Dawood. Why could they have done it? Were they in love? No!! Clearly No!! It’s a clear case of Power. Their cases are simpler; they did not make it big in Bollywood & sorted other ways out to reach fame. But a person who has really struggled to the top knows & understands his own market value would be ready to act as an operator for his own script to create an artificial inflation of prices. (Read brand value)</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Another example would be the movie Fashion where PC's mind was completely clouded with her ambition & superiority that she could not see the worst coming. Understanding Human behavior can be difficult at times. These are people who have been aware of the force. I have been studying human behavior in terms of invincible power since long. Back then I was unable to affirm what it was & was not possible to think beyond a point. However the innate force of this power in relation with Human behavior has remained pretty constant regardless of the shifts in intellectual thinkings that have taken place. The <i>forms</i> of authority to which such power becomes attached do, on the other hand, vary in accordance to each profession.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For those talking ill about my PR community. There’s actually no point of getting PR & Journalism into discussion at all. We are doing our jobs well Let us be. ok?</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">For my media friends: We may argue that our trust with the media news levels have gone down but the truth is that we will keep reading the news. Media houses & publications will keep creating news & there will be scams like these which will keep coming into limelight on particular “one fine days” every once a while & shake everybody off from their sleep. There will be discussions which will never make sense. Eventually we will forget all & then get back to reading news until again somebody shakes us up.</span></div>
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</div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-46474646720668185602010-07-02T17:23:00.010+05:302012-06-24T21:38:20.269+05:30Time - Out<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-size: 130%;"></span><span style="font-size: 130%;"><br /><span style="font-size: 85%;">Ok. Its been long now.. And my readers & followers definitely have been missing a piece of my mind (pun intended) But my reasons to go missing are valid and were much needed. Now, that i have resumed the morbid duties of everyday life id like to unload a bit on the very parched, hungry followers of my blogs. ;)<br /><br />Well this time its the 'time' that people gave due consideration to. Hang on, hang on , don't get me wrong... m not going to go ga-ga about the importance of time. This is not going to be the 'n'th write up throwing more shit on the punctuality ideals... As usual i have my own rebellious ideas & i would love to state them..<br />When i say its time you gave due consideration to 'time' .. i mean just let its have its due.. not overdue i.e. don't let time restrict your or your abilities to fly..<br />Yes, humans fly.. just that not with wings.. but which fool told you flying is associated with rising of levels above the grounds?? like literally.. like some slimy magic trick!!<br />Flying could be rising of levels above ground in terms of the feeling.. in terms of happiness.. for the sake of adrenalin, for the sake of the rush, just for the bloody sake...<br />I have come across many people in my life who'd refuse to live the moment just because its time not to live it. Jesus.. who decides whether its time to live it or not?? give me break... keep time at its level & keep your wings at its level.. and also keep your will at its level.. Just because you gotta get up tomorrow morning & go to office don't throw up the idea to go out for a late night drive at 1:00am ..<br /><br />Just because you have to be in office for the entire day don't throw the idea of having just this one sip of beer in the morning.. who cares.. hv mint will you?? Live your life will you?? king size will you???? In short all i am trying to say is don't curb your instinct.. live up to it.. it will make you complete .. & will let you live life with its passing rhythms...<br /><br />Some follower of line (read society laid lines, read time laid lines) reading this write up would argue with the legendary "Whats the need??" The need exists.. For the sake of the rush.. for the kick...Do anything for the kick.. for its the kick that helps you overcome those short-lived pangs of frustration... its the kick that helps you act sensible in troubled waters.. How i dont know.. but yes.. it happens.. a satisfied instinct at one place covers up with some disappointment at the other... the balance is maintained with a little bit of madness in your life...<br /><br />Id love to live my life just to get the kick (pun intended) for the kick lets the zeal live for the zeal... because its the zeal, the charm, the fire that lets the heart tick merrily..yes.. merrily does matter....<br /><br />I mean one would be gathering hosts of experiences to live .. one will have a million stories to tell... and who cares if you don't even have a million stories to tell... just the fact that you did what you wanted to would be enough... for that moment.. living the moment & creating small such innumerable events is important...<br /><br />I understand that puntuality bull shit and all .. and mind you here... if there is a 40+ reading this write-up id agree to your thought process which maintains the imortance of routine & timelines in life.. I am not trying to defy time.. I am just trying to make one point... live its due.. not over due.. yes .. giving over importance to the importance of time is also hazardous....so pls dont get started on that... coz i am simply not against you.. i am just against those stupid slaves of the morbid lives... I will always have my personal struggle with time & loose almost 90% of the times even for times to come but thats just a part of my own struggle that i am trying to overcome...<br /><br />Dude, dont give up.. just live it up...<br />Get up at that odd hour.. exercise your will.. go on a drive.. barge into your friends at 2:00 am .. pull him out... join in the gang.. make it bigger.. have funn...<br />Dont get up the entire Sunday... don't have a bath on one of those days you dont want to... Do these sins as long as time permits you to...<br />Time gives you time to do your stuff..I just believe we mis understand time... & i just wanna clear the very confusion...<br /><br />Duck that laze.. shake your bones.. stand for your will & dash the time..<br /><br />A little less sleep one day, a pair of sore/puffy eyes the other day.. would just let you live more of life with eyes wide open..the previous day... get wasted.. gather experience.. bunk yourselves to the feeling of the situation...<br /><br />Dont follow time line & society lines always... bunk that office some day.. take an off for the sake of it.. encourage friends to do same.. go out for an excursion to some neraby place.. Go late just because you deserve to go late on some fine day....<br /><br />LIE.. like big time.. (just don't lie to hurt) , challenge the impulse inside you.. do it ... provocate... be provocated... because once in a while its justified & needed.. just for the sake of the adrenalin rush.. for that kick... because you have a right to live & unless you realize it nobody will...<br />And why am i propagating these acts in the human kind? Because they get you closer to human kind.. they help you live sanely, think wisely & act naturally in this mad mad world..<br /><br />So the next time you think of something wacky thats doable & justified ...just bloody do it... will you????????????<br /><br />Cheers<br />Sne!!</span></span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-38627282336461843332010-03-08T12:29:00.012+05:302010-03-13T19:02:39.148+05:30Cut the CRAP!!!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/S5uTlmnpqDI/AAAAAAAAA_E/77_9VYkltoY/s1600-h/litter.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/S5uTlmnpqDI/AAAAAAAAA_E/77_9VYkltoY/s400/litter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448110448466044978" border="0" /></a><br />One very unusual thing happened to me this morning...<br /><br />I was on this early groggy morning's, most hated kinda trips back from home to Mumbai… Cursing myself on having booked the bluesstt Monday morning's 6'o'clocks Sinhagad Express.. i hated every moment of being awake!!! Sinhagad is the most crowded & the most irritating & the yet, considerably fast leaving me with no other options to get to Mumbai faster. Also, i hate buses.. So here i am stuck with this godforsaken multiple wheeler!! Now, this reason why i hate this train is that this is one thing that does not allow me to sleep. Its the most uncomfortable second sitting & the crowd, the atmosphere, the proximity of people sitting around you all add up to the frustration from lack of sleep leaving with spoilt & slow paced week.. SO what to do??<br /><br />Since the sleep goddess had refused to shower me with her blessings i thot I’d rather divert my attention elsewhere... M hungry i felt, & a plate of idli wouldn’t hurt the nonexistent, never ending battle for FAT. And so i bought a plate of idli… The hawker as expected gave it to me a disposable paper plate. I promptly gobbled it up & folded the remains of the chutney by the circumference of the round paper plate & followed the man who'd gotten up just before me to dispose of the plate. By the time i reached where he'd disposed it off... I groped for a dustbin. "Could you please tell me where did you dispose off the plate" i asked him in Marathi.. He just mocked at me & shot back, 'Have you been abroad all your life?. Just throw it outside.' It’s just the nature, the sparrows, the insects will eat it off.!!! & walked off...<br /><br />I was shocked!!!! Do i need to be an outsider in my own country to understand that littering is not a good habit? i mean, what the hell are we made up of? It’s probably some wierd neurological disorder which makes us drop items outta the car or on the roadside. What are we? Just a lazy mass of garbage who cares less to walk that extra mile & reach a dustbin?<br /><br />And yes, do we have enough dustbins? Will somebody cater to this issue, at all ever? When Mamta Banerjee disclosed her railway budget, did anybody care enough to question her why she hasn’t included any plans to make the trains a better & a cleaner mode of transport to travel? Why did the road minister not propose to include more dustbins by the street side? Why do we spit? Why does that small wrapper of chocolate find its way to the roadside, surreptitiously?<br /><br />U'd say, i don’t do it, alone... But do you discourage people who litter? Delhi went on its cleanliness drive only when it had Olympic Games, our city gets cleaned occasionally only when there is some minister visiting our premises.<br /><br />Do you want me to teach you the ill effects of littering? Aren’t we facing the consequences already????<br /><br />Its a sad sad state of affairs!! M shocked with the fact that we need an external force to teach us that we need to keep our city clean. Most of the Indian who have travelled abroad praise the cities for their cleanliness & the next moment you’ll see them throwing the banana wrapper on the roadside. What are you, a mad hypocrite? Don’t you want to see your city clean too? Its we who need to start. At our level...<br /><br />I mean seriously, we need to make a very honest attempt to keep our city clean. In one of the ads you see a small boy preventing the citizens from spoiling the monuments of the country by scribbling on it & in another one you see Amir Khan standing for two foreigner women against a host of eve teasers.<br /><br />The message is clear… We need to save our country from getting dirty. M sure other countries do not need super stars making an appeal to the general public from littering. But our country does. We need to become Amir Khan time & again & stop people from littering. Be it a small wrapper or some big shit. Its should only find its way inside the dustbin. Women should use a corner of their purse as dumping ground & put in all the shit. As soon as you reach home empty the bag & there you are, good to go again. If you think you cant help but litter with a certain thing, just don’t do it.<br /><br />I usually keep the side pockets of my purse as a dumping ground. None of friends dare to litter in front of me owing to the fact that i hate it. In fact they promptly come & give the crap to me or dump it in my purse themselves. A lot of my other friends i know are stopping their friends from doing it. One of my friends even stop strangers from doing it. He occasionally gets into an argument & ends up losing it, but atleast he is satisfied about the fact that he did his bit.<br /><br />I urge all you Indians to take an oath against littering. Stop all the bhaiyas from spitting, stop all the aunties from throwing, stop all your friends from making the surrounding dirty. Just Go Green!!!<br /><br />I am doing my bit, are you??<br /><br />Cheers,<br />Sne!!Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-54910884298827328242009-11-30T21:00:00.005+05:302012-06-24T21:39:38.641+05:30Zara Zara Touch me<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well as i graduated to trains from an auto rickshaw along with my new job i was kinda nervous... About the trains more than the job.. On one hand i enjoyed the joy rides in the trains on weekends or late night & had often praised Mumbai's best aka worst mode of conveyance.. but on the other the thought travelling with at least one crore of the Mumbaikars in the peak hours of this busy city made be ponder whether id be able to bell the cat. But this job was a good opportunity & so i decided to dive in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well as far as the trains go the very first thing you need to master is the act of getting into the train. Its pretty simple you see, an amateur can just stand in the middle of the crowd & just follow suit. All you need to do is not mind being touched by at least a hundred hands & a thousand fingers to almost all your body parts!! Sounds disgusting right? actually its not. The key is to keep your attention focused not on the partial sexual harassment though with consent but on the insides of the train & how you'd be able to measure up a place for your self.. for the rest let all sizes of fingers touch your body & pay no attention unless there are any pulls...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh the pulls are the legendary ones for women to CAT fight. It takes just a little pull for a women to bad mouth another one. "Just mind your hand you bitch is mostly famous among young women and some aunty's resort to a much milder ones like <span style="font-style: italic;">"Stupid, idiot ... She don't understand". </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well its a small journey of about 40 mins for each on an average & there are women standing all over... from spaces between the opposite seating's to the otherwise obvious corridors.. trust me its not easy for a women to bear so many other women all at once. There are shrills even if ones finger touches another s hand & whoever gave the bullshit about the <span style="font-style: italic;">bhartiya naari & her sahansheelta</span> (the Indian women & her act to bear it all) Travel by the train once and youll even forget she's a women altogether!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">According to me its important to have 2 qualities to be able to travel in a Mumbai local without any hassles:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Mumbai is very well known for space constraints & local trains are definitely not excused from the scarcity either. Loving the touch of another women no matter who she is can help you breathe air even from the godforsaken, sweat laden lot of feline cats. They are all kinds.. fat, ugly, beautiful, lipstick laden, salwar kameez clad, unkempt, all of them at one place..standing amidst a crowd of all types of species of women think what a man would be thinking? Be a man.. think like him for the nightmarish 40 minutes....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Let Great sex rule your mind... when u feel a butt touching your front.. And if the butt is huge.. think harder.. trust me.. Moan a bit maybe, for all you know it may just turn out to be orgasmic... once you learn to make love this way you'll enjoy it deeply.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Watching others indulging into this activity as well is simply stupendous. Just makes you feel you are not the only one.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its also important to say sorry once in awhile though, but let that depend on your mood. Completely!! Not only are they a source of commutation but the trains are perfect platforms for vent your anger & irritation. Also don't forget to scream if another screams at you. None of you know each other & will never remember each others face for the rest of your life so there is no question of keeping anger for each other. You'd rather vent it on a stranger than on a loved one.. So not only does this journey lead you to your destination but also gives you mental peace. Trust me it feeels so good after you've got into an argument for no godforsaken reason!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes women end up making friends too & also pass on smiles to each other over women's topic of conversation but lets just stick to "sometimes". Be ready to hear words like halkat, kutri, meli, bitch, fucking crazy, you have two immediate choices if any of these are thrown at you.. Spit similar ones to them immediately or just ignore. But don't carry it home. Its important to get it out of the system and recall some of the feline stories to be able to recite it to your friends & family where you you can manipulate your bit according to ur convenience . Its your chance, and no one checks too but everybody listens & joins in the i agree or disagree bang wagon. Whts more? You get to be the hero of the story & other ppl reveal satisfies glances as of their revenge has been taken through you!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its important to avoid carrying big bags in peak hours.. If two women are standing and the third one is trying to squeeze in she will be able to squeeze in herself for sure but her bag will almost hang over the shoulder of the women next to her. And then starts the legendary 'ichk' 'ichk' instantly. The poor thing will squeeze in completely only if you allow her to n if you don't at least don't 'ichk' ichk'. Its important to understand that if i choose to travel by this godforsaken but very convenient mode of transport i will have to bear something called as 'Human touch" every time if i have to squeeze my way out & in & i cannot do that by without avoiding human contact.. What's with the 'ichk' ichk' for everyday travelling women.. at the very instant of a little touch. "Your bag should not touch my face, Understand that correctly" can also be translated as can you pls shift your bag a little to the opposite side its kinda blocking my view. The other person smiles & the matter finishes.. and if you still don't agree go ask your boyfriend, father or husband to buy you an aeroplane to travel so that you don't even remain on ground to see any humans altogether or just space travel to 2020!!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As i said love the body, the rubbing, its almost like sex with clothes on. "Your tops touching her back" m sure you are loving it.. i once teased a friend... Yeah sure.. "just the way your are loving when by back is touching your front". she instantly replied .. "Ouch", i said. & we laughed it out!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-68400163006012148272009-08-30T14:26:00.009+05:302012-06-24T21:41:28.908+05:30Gay & merry<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Well as the world celebrates the legalization of Homosexual Act 377 id like to join the bandwagon in the celebration of those highly benefited by this law Hurrah.. In the end the love stands to win et all.. And i can go on at this pace about Gay rights & why one shd support it. But wait a minute.. As usual i have to put some of my own light on this subject: A more logical reason to support 377 & go against the act of God acc to some ppl</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As co-incidence would call it I have always strongly stood for any kind of acts that are beyond the normal human acceptance from the time i have started having <span style="font-style: italic;">any</span> understanding of human<span style="font-style: italic;">kind</span> & Gay rights was definitely one i cant let go off just like that. For one it has given the human activists including a lot of youngsters to make a hullabaloo about <span style="font-style: italic;"></span>the cliched Indian Law <span style="font-style: italic;">[refer to the pink chaddi ones in the previous post] </span> and another its cool to support Gay rights & still not feel anything for them, as in <span style="font-style: italic;">practically</span>. I mean seriously.. How many of us seriously feel for this. One cant get away by saying: 'Of course this is a free country & ppl shd be allowed to make free choices. & this includes abt their life partners too' Legalization & all is OK but would we accept our brothers & sisters as homosexual beings? Do you hear a <span style="font-style: italic;">'No</span>' from within? From where i can see its clearly a NO. Not many people actually support this but taking into account the actual number of protagonists for the same the Indian lawmakers had to finaly succumb to their wishes.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One can & has given arguments like its normal to have feelings towards the same sex as equivalent to the oppositeand all. I wonder Its just that Adam & Eve came together first as a matter of chance & since they had none other they had to make do with each other.. obviously their pleasure seeking part got the good of each other & now we see the expansion of universe into what it is today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">For all you know if there was a Adam1 & Adam2 or Eve1 & Eve2 .. the Adams would have got together & likewise the Eves & today we would be fighting to legalize for a Adam & Eve to get together. Imagine anti homosexualiy people proposing that a man & women getting together is against the act of God,. Jeeezzzzz.... Crazy. So ones things clear... There is definitely a need for an argument in war of sexes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">India is slowly & gradually moving towards it. The sped may be a little less but there is definite progress. The next time you visit India in 2050 we may see scandals like a one Shiney raping his housekeeper whose a male this time. Homosexuality would be cool by then because its actually really cool. We just need a mind blending concoction to get this straight in our head.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Lets try the concoction. But before we start blending Lets find out why are Indians so against homosexuality?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This whole universe & mankind has formed through the amalgamation of 2 sexual beings coming together & trust me it all boils down to the amalgamation. [read sex] & this needs to be proved SO:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">1. The amagamation or love making of 2 homosexuals does not give any evidence of their love. as inn.. whenever there has to be love or the act of making love there has to be a visible outcome.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You mean visible enough for a world.? Eg: A child. A lot may disagree but think about it? We need to see the proof sooner or later. Indian society is still driven by laws which demand an outcome of sorts. Keep in place an Indian NORMAL bisexual couple. If they dont have kids after some years of their marriage there is a presumed reality that there is something medically wrong with them.For heavens sake... why do i need to prove my love to you? There are a lot of such proofs lying around isisnt that enough? And most of the time its the proves lust & not love.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">2. The process of love making does not change. Its still the satisfaction through similar measures. [pardon me if u think this is pervert. but its true]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Yes because if they have to get pleasure the same way & with the same organs how does it matter? Who has scripted the process of love anyways? Kamasutra? I never restricted from trying aything new... If there is so much of a problem invent a new process of love making for for the sake of your sexual being. It might just help as a mind therapy. Gosh.. give them a break. They dont borrow your bedroom to makeout. Do they?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">3. Most of the Gay men we know loose their masculine behaviour and have a larger portion of feminity to their personality. The lesbians i know are just weird!!! They just wont talk without touching. Gosh!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Not all men are supposed to be macho & not all women are supposed to be feminine. SO go ahead & accept it. Love it. When a girlish guy can find love for himself why the hell do you have a problem?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">4. Gays & lesbians are desperate to get in bed with other normal men & women. Its more about sex through similar measures again!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Nah... Il show you so many desperate men seeking women & vice versa. These are just desperate beings. Theyll exist with any sexuality. Whether the gays or the lesbians.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">5. Its an act against humanity & Gods will.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Oh.. dont even say that... there is no scripted book on gods will or acts on humanity by god himself. & hello?? who god? With the multiple number of Gods that Indians have each one might have their own perception abt homosexuality. i cant go with nonsense 36000 times.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So now you know why its really cool to support an act of homosexualiy. Because its simply not harmful. LIVE ALL. LET LIVE ALL.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-649013279517658292009-05-25T23:46:00.007+05:302012-06-24T21:43:14.668+05:30Defiance is BliSs.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And I don't want the world to see me</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cause I don't think that they'd understand</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When everything's made to be broken</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I just want you to know who I am!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I just want you to know who i am!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do you ever feel pulled between the societal barriers & self? Do you often have to face a conflict with yourself to do a particular thing even if you know you are right?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I don't think i can wear this and go out!! (simplest & insensible??) to I think India shd legalize Gay marriages.. (on a more serious)..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We pass through a host of such thoughts in our minds & hesitate to speak up most of them for fear of being rubbished by friends, society makers & people in general! We all want to loved & accepted at the same time!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Discussion down these lines with a friend led to him tell me this:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Quote: "There has always been a conflict between organization/societal/institutional structure and free will. An organization or a society is a collection of 'low-risk-low-return' people who herd themselves together for mutual benefit. People who (for various reasons) are not in that category are the obvious 'rebels' ... but they don't last too long. They either go mad (good), die (worse) or become 'low-risk-low-return' (worst) ... all equally inconsequential.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In my opinion (and this is just that ... 'my opinion') some people carve out a place where they can be at peace with both these worlds. And it is every person's own struggle ... to find this world within one's self." Unquote</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I partially agree & disagree with him! Somehow i feel that everybody who rebels for their own cause may not always end up in deep shit ... I guess in order to discover your world and carve a place for yourself here, it is necessary to put up that fight.. Aint it?? Tell me...If i dont fight for my cause [whatever the cause maybe] who will?? If i dont get what i want who will? Most of these low risk & low return ppl often gang up together for mutual benefit because thats what they feel most comfortable with.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">They probably cant face the nothingness inside them. They are all probably scared of the darkness that they might have to face.. Scared they might one day discover that they have chosen to write off their very purpose of existence on this planet... These guys also often conspire against the rebels because these are the people who make them believe that they [rebels] are not cowards like herd category and choose to take a different path...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Often these rebels can be categorized into 3 kinds...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. The Follow me's:<br /></span> The ones who love to control the herd [The bossy ones] These rebels are the ones that the herd is usually disquieted with. For eg: The Raj Thackerys or the ram senas... those types.. :D or the likes... [Did you see mumbai the day Thackery striked?? They were all inside their homes.. so early... The highway was goddamned empty at 7 in the evening.. I was so surprised/amused... :)] The Follow mes just have a little more than needed confidence, a little more than needed monetary power & a little more than needed contacts which makes it enough to misuse the power.. They love bossing over the herd.... and all they are concerned about is their personal benefit! But actually they are the biggest cowards.. A comman man. [low risk - low</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">return] types is probably aware of his negligible powers and that he is leading a life which does not make much sense.. but the follow mes have a motto - so let me either follow them - so i have a cause to look forward to - (though worthless) - or else even worse - criticize them behind their backs & silently run home for safety when terror strikes!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A lot of these low risk- return who aspire to be the wannabe Follow mes are ready to do almost anything for their masters in order to taste success! The follow mes are encased by a completely different energy.. deriving pleasure at the cost of the herd, frequently massaging their ego with the aspiring wannabes... !!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">2. The pink chaddi campaign types... </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-style: italic;">The Consortium of Pubgoing, Loose, and Forward Women have unleashed the Pink Chaddi campaign against the Sri Ram Sena.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Who rebel a rebel... These people are actually the people who belong to the 3rd category of rebels but often accept their existence as being a part of the herd. Its just sometimes that the third category rebel strikes within them & gives birth to a pink chaddi campaign... It was an interesting idea but according to me it did no good...Just pangs.. They come.. they inflate matters.. become renowned.. and then they are gone...back to the herd.. back to acceptance.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-weight: bold;">3. The Lonely travelers:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The rebels who prefer to live on their own ideologies - These are the ones who are not affected by the opinion of the herd and neither do the raj thackreys deter them.. Tell me, why shd the third category meet the same fate? These guys are probably the Oshos, The ayn rands..or the like or the types... i don't mean all philosophers but ya, different.. ones not scared.. not the part of the herd & still a part of life & society...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ones who can talk abt sex, women rights, male chauvinism, gay rights, child prostitution & get away with it...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Even if they are initially accepted by the herd eventually they problems do pop up in one form or another... problems due to non acceptance with the travelers... They do not like the path travelers have chosen..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Apparently because they wish they were also lonely & happy to be traveling that way!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The travelers are very few in no.. [so the herd is of the opinion that they can probably be crushed over] and most of the times quite accessible unlike the Follow mes or the Pink chaddis... The herd do not deter their thoughts simply because they are apathetic to their actions/reactions & also because is nothing that is small minded about them..They either be written off as weird, eccentric, irritating... usually the titles which make them happy or their behavior is eventually accepted by the so called herd as a change in the being which then again becomes a norm..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">And then there is a re - birth of another rebel... ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, which category do you belong to??? .... ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-61345700350245655742009-02-02T23:56:00.006+05:302012-06-24T21:43:28.961+05:30Heart Rulez<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A friend aspiring to get into one of the B Schools asked me to help himout with his essay writing business for entrance exams. One of the topics that caught my attention was 'Heart has reasons of which the reasons know nothing of' This ones especially for you, Ankush:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">We almost always find ourselves stuck in moments where we have to make a choice - between the voices of brain and those of the heart. The fight continues in one way or the other and we continue to drag ourselves with it often listening to the voice of our brain and ignoring the heart chiding it to ask you to do what you really want. The voice that you actually want to act upon but do not do so as you are grounded by the societal pressures and have to put on your mask to maintain your image. That image - the liars image..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">William Arthur Ward had once said:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I seriously wonder why ppl make an attempt to curb the voices of their heart??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A heart feels, a heart knows, a hearts understands... It’s not just that one organ in your body that ensures to keep you alive. It’s the organ that helps you look at life closely. It helps you feel emotions and helps u live through numerous experiences in life. It helps re-live all your memories. It helps you age gracefully and remember the best moments in your life fondly. It knows when the perfect love comes by.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It understands your pains..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s emphatic...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It decides unselfishly..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It’s the one that beats....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">every moment... to keep u alive to make sure you live life...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I often keep wondering ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I usually make a very good first impression. I use my brain while talking to people i meet for the very first time. When i start to get comfortable with those people my heart takes over.. I feel weak.. Some sort of Achelles heel weakens methat takes advantage of me. As i start getting more and more comfortable with people around me my brain is in total control of my heart.. I start to loosen up... start to reveal things... Many a times those which i shouldnt be revealing.... All the while knowing that they are exploiting me, I remain calm, well poised and cheerful but disappointed and deeply hurt from within.... I seriously do not know why this happens...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sometimes it’s difficult to understand the co-ordination between your heart and mind. They don't seem to be working on sync with each other... It’s something that tears you apart. The heart looks at life in a different light altogether. The brain looks at the practical side. But it doesn't look at the practical side when the heart is taken over and i am gallivanting with strangers revealing the so called trust my eyes are blinded with... It looks at the immediate profit. It reasons out only when i am stabbed... Bang... welcome brain!!! Hello practicality.. Hello wisdom of all earth... [<span style="font-style: italic;">Hello.. where were you when heart was wandering and wasting away??</span>]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Don't you know?? The heart never was made for logic... It cannot understand logic. It was never developed for that purpose. So it kept doing its duties... brain is the traitor... I don't know if there exists a person whose brain and heart works in sync and is consciously aware and happy about the functionalities of the two.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The bible maintains that is a acute relationship between the two.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It says that you are supposed to love God with all your heart.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"><span style="font-style: italic;">That’s obviously a figure of speech.</span> If you are going to love god with all your heart it is obviously going to have a place in your mind… not in your heart.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">When you tell your wife or girlfriend that you love them with all your heart.. What you really mean is that they are consuming your mind and you are mentally focused on them… isn’t that right.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So what is actually functioning at that time?? The heart or the brain?? Love from the brain ?? While its important to feel your emotions closely you cannot ignore the practicality of the situation. Boy am i confused or what??</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A heart can be unreasonable sometimes. It makes you react on the basis of your innate raw feelings.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It makes you jealous,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">it makes you happy,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A heart can tell you that you would want to a millionaire but the brain understands that it’s not possible with the current employment. And that’s when a compromise comes in practice.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Each organ is made for a different purpose. It’s like a husband and wife –living together but functioning differently. What’s important for both of them is to save their marriage. It’s important for this pair to live in harmony so that it does not lead to a divorce. In another words a nervous break-down for our dilemma right now.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hence a heart may have it reason which a reason may not understand but since they have to live in harmony and keep a person from exploding I guess they have to function together , yet differently.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This write up has been edited for the blog but a raw and a much more brainy version of this essay has won Ankush an interview call. :0)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-44701227162204962992008-11-28T21:31:00.006+05:302010-07-14T23:04:28.332+05:30The Bloody Hell<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/TD31AHuDzjI/AAAAAAAABw8/9T8CFQ6FIKk/s1600/26-11-Mumbai-Terror-Attack-Photos-8.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/TD31AHuDzjI/AAAAAAAABw8/9T8CFQ6FIKk/s400/26-11-Mumbai-Terror-Attack-Photos-8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493816502882913842" /></a><br />Its been 48 hrs now since the terrifying attack on India and the rescue operations still continue!<br />Explosions and fire continues at Taj, though the operations at the Nariman house and the Trident have seemingly come to an end. The approximate dead body count has reached a whopping 150 and the official count could be much more. The news channels are flashing all the possible rubbish - most of it true and the rest fake and the citizens of Mumbai continue to struggle back to their normal lives amongst all this. The Mumbai man surely has a personal disaster management strategy handy though the government India hasnt been able to draft one for herself, I am sure.<br /><br />There has been a hell lotta hullabaloo by the so called national leaders passing political statements and huge paparazzi by the media making a great attempt to keep the citizens of India aware of the events second by second!! Ironically our national leaders seem to have a lotta strategy for disaster control after the terror has struck. There is a lotta talk about the strict measures to be taken in future and the compensation to lost lives.<br />Though there has been a genuine effort to fight this at the cost of the Mumbai bravehearts like the ATS cheif, the encounter specialist and Vijay Salaskar, the NSG commandos and the local policemen who lost their lives in order to shield ours. Let us also not forget the media who is making a very brave attempt of giving us the live coverage of the terror. I salute each and every human being involved in these operations.<br /><br />And wait a minute there are something amongst all this that i wish to bring to notice. Its important and its important to hear it at this time.<br />Where has the <span style="font-style: italic;">Marathi Manoos</span> hid himself amongst all this??? Why the fuck is he so silent when its today that Mumbai needs the biggest help and support!! How he claimed of the Maajhi Mumbai.... is now only bothered about Maajhi(me) now. Bull shit!!! Freaking... Fucking.... Bull shit!! Today when Mumbai is in terror India has summoned the NSG commandos from Delhi. Dint he protest this time??? I seriously wish i could throw him inside the Taj where he would see what is actual terror face to face and feel his own piss passing down his own pants. He freaking deserves it!! I seriously feel that his supporters now realize that its the India that matters and not his ideology of a freaking <span style="font-style: italic;">Marathi Manoos</span>.<br /><br />Somehow it seems rather convenient to clean the floor after the milk has been spilled than actually protecting the same from happening. I do not mean to criticize the Indian defense, but I am just so surprised that are we so engrossed in the concentration of nuclear power & economic stability with international recognition that any fucking men infiltrate the borders of our motherland and and claim so many lives that puts her on frontpage of all the existing news papers in the world in 15 freaking hours?<br /><br />This had led to a lotta anger amongst the common man who does not know whether he would be shaking hands with death when he gets out of the house today. I have always loved Mumbai for the city that it is and have always vouched for its spirit. Even as the south Mumbai remains seized the rest of it continues to work and regain its normal life immediately. Are we just born resilient or what?? Do our schools train us to get up after every hit to prepare ourselves for the next disaster.!! Damn... arent we scared???Seriously what are Mumbaikars made of???<br /><br />As i sit back on my bed and draft this blog my mobile vibrates.I immediately grab it and pick it up and guess who is it??<br />'Get Reebok sports shoes worth Rs. 2690 now for Rs. 1300 using ur ICICI bank credit card. TnC apply'<br />Imagine if you were stuck in one of those god forsaken places and you got this message? Wouldnt you feel like sueing the bank?<br />Can u beat that??? That is Mumbai and Mumbaikars for you.... While i sip some coffee in my room and letting the disastorous TV sounds fall slightly on my ears as i draft this shit I give out a hearty laughter. '<span style="font-style: italic;">Oh yes i do need good Reebok shoes to run incase i come face to face with terror'</span><br />People here make serious efforts to resume their lives. They feel bad for their fellow brothers and pray for them in their own silent ways and let the show still continue. <span style="font-style: italic;">Yes, This happens only in Mumbai.</span><br />People had resumed their early morning walks on the marine drive and were curious enough to come there and take a look as to what are the latest developments. Most of these early mongers include senior citizens, youngsters and dog owners. All this is but an attempt to regain back to normalcy.<br />Be it the disastrous floods, the local train blasts or the Operation Tornado this time a Mumbaikar is ready to forget his worries and back to his normal life to earn that daily bread for his kiddies.<br />As i salute the spirit of Mumbai and wish that this spirit never dies i make an appeal to our national leaders that its time they have a articulate defense startegy in place to protect our motherland.<br />Jai Hind.<br /><br />Regards,<br />Sne!!Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-90067953154078778412008-10-15T23:25:00.006+05:302012-06-24T21:48:33.891+05:30I Love to Love<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when he knows exactly when to kiss her and the she is totally confused whether kiss or not until his lips touch hers.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love the hopeless romantics...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when a her sandals break while walking and he removes his shoes just to give her company</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when he goes grand just to propose to her even when she’s already said a yes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they dance together occasionally.. U know the slow ones... sometimes in public too</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when the he cooks her the Sunday morning breakfast...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they celebrate first day they met even after being married for 30 years</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when sex is wild.... sometimes... animalistic ... raw and passionate</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when she takes the initiative</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it she defends him in front of her brother and father when she knows he is right</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it they out at 2am for a drive to some place nearby just because they found some element missing</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love when they break rules ....for love</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love the songs... when they hv words like "there's a lil bit of me.. In everything in u"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it she tells him that i hate u because i love to kiss u.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love the pastas and the pizzas when shared ... well u know how... ;)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when she looks at him in the midst of a group of 10 friends just to say she loves him through lip movement and he reciprocates…</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when a he lets his son play with dolls along with Gee-i-joes...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love i when he picks up a copy of Cosmopolitan.. well you know... just to read...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when the she breaks [completely] into his arms...</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when a he takes his mother in Law for a drive for some grocery shopping..</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love the sex after a long gap</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when a he enjoys shopping with her .... and does not crib in the end</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they have dinner with the TV shut</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when the they fight over one quilt while sleeping @ night</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when she takes interests in games, bikes & cars just to strike a conversation with him.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when shes thinking of him all the time & breaks into smiles in the midst of 5 ppl.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when she wear his Tee Shirt & climbs on him & he finds out theres absolutely nothing beneath it</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they are in the same room, doing nothing but enjoying each others presence</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when he opens the door for her after a very tiring day & holds her into his arms</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they place occasional kisses on each other’s lips while talking </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they fight over that stupid TV’s remote</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when she stands on his foot & they fall off while walking</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they cook together</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I love it when they laugh uncontrollably over stupid nothingness</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">æ<span style="font-size: 7pt; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span>I absolutely love to love....</span></div>
</div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-64085890440551976612008-08-10T20:59:00.010+05:302010-07-15T00:30:07.943+05:30Endless dreams<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/TD4JL7-0z5I/AAAAAAAABxM/QGa-mZXcjao/s1600/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 316px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d1aQ_710hSc/TD4JL7-0z5I/AAAAAAAABxM/QGa-mZXcjao/s400/thedarkone12_crying_girl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493838696122994578" /></a><br />Its been long now... and i have longer to go...<br />I have tried hard and failed a many times<br />Strip across the mind<br />Talk to the naked self<br />Where did i go wrong<br />It all looked so perfect<br /><br />And then one day<br />They announced the results,<br />The winner's name was not mine<br />They did it to me again this time<br />I tried to smile<br />"Congratulations", I said<br />Not an ounce of happiness, but jealousy i felt<br /><br />The eye lashes desired to kiss<br />The heart fought for too long<br />But force inside was too strong<br />The heart could not defend his eyes<br />Injured, it was now heavy<br />As the lake water gushed into the sea<br />Oh pity, what a sight to see<br />The heart finally lost<br />But its ownself, it sought<br /><br />Enemies ahead<br />Enemies behind<br />Lest they remembered the human kind<br />Its not the dreams realized<br />But those that were crushed<br />"Leave me Alone" I screamed aloud<br />And eventually ill give you right to kill me<br />Because, the silence kills more<br /><br />No logic would suffice<br />The twisted tale might never end<br />The winner was the winner and the looser lost again,<br />I have to now sleep & dream<br />Because those crushed will be re built<br />I have come long enough... I will go till the end..<br /><br /><br /><br /><br />No more words left...<br /><br />Cheers<br />Sne!!Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-75203077165523885212008-06-19T21:41:00.007+05:302012-06-24T21:43:41.834+05:30In a moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">It was a beautiful day,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">We were just the two of us,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And not even a word to say,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The usual talks were as if vanished,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Silence had kept the two of us banished,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Knowing not how to begin,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">My head was rolling in a spin,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I felt I was loosing control,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Or had I lost on a whole.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">He stepped forward in my direction,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I discovered in me a cultivating new edition,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">My heart skipped a beat,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">But I had somehow started to like this meet,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His next move was unknown,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The soul from my body was as if flown.<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;"><o:p> </o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I couldn’t describe how I felt,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His touch made me melt,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I surrendered to him instantly,<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">And found my whole self in him fluently,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">His arms felt the most secured place,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">My love today had acquired a new base.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">I felt drunk without wine,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">The drowsy effect in me was his crime,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">But the culprit would not be punished,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">As a new beginning it had flourished,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This brief moment of love,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Made me feel like I'm in a bliss,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Now in life I have no further wish,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">But to be forever his!!</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">This was written by me on Jan 14, 2002. Thought I'd put it here!!!</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Hope you like it.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Its one of my favorites. A little kiddish & very naughty.</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Cheers,</span></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 100%;"><i><span style="font-family: Verdana;">Sne!!</span></i></span></div>
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</div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-69862012621509717602008-05-26T23:18:00.005+05:302012-06-24T21:44:08.826+05:30SPACIOUS<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I had once read somewhere tht there lies a lot of difference in being Alone & being Lonely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Alone somehow is more about dependability on urself and lonely somehow is more abt dependability on others. Dependability with your emotions, dependability about your company. And space lies somewhere between being alone & lonely.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The war of SPACE has prolonged for too long now & still there exist some creatures created by the ALL MIGHT [y] who do not seem to understand the exact term.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I shall try and make an attempt to do just the same. Reduce the descrepancy!!! Duh ah!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So, to begin with Space according to Dictionary.com is nothing but "extent or area in two dimensions; a particular extent of surface: </span><span class="ital-inline"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">to fill out blank spaces in a document."<br /><br />So here is a catch.... Blank spaces in a document.... Resembling much like your life... But just with a different twang to it.<br />Space is probably abt being there for each other at the right time & one leaving alone when needed.<br />So why do ppl to be left alone?? <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">Obviously To discover themselves!!!!!!!</span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span></span></span>Its important to know oneself... to evaluate onself... For oneself and for another... Often relationships break not because they could not know other person better manner but because they simply failed to understand themselves.<br /><br />Well lets see... U can have another dimension to it as well... It can be inviting the other into your space... This happens with your own will... this could include doing the things tht u do alone with another...<br /><br />But then it could still hold for a concept of space in space... Let the other intrude with the ease of shoving him the way out... A true relationship would call for understanding of the fact that U need to go away to come back.. U need to stop in order to start again... Nothing is just as constant & things cant go on forever...<br />There are whims, there are fancies.. there is all this weirdness that goes along with a personality that in order 2 be in an ideal relationship u need to go along with all those fancies ONLY WHEN CALLED FOR...<br /><br />People like me generally prefer to be lost in their own world But this definitely does not mean they like being alone... They love company most of the times... But its just tht they want to be left alone when called for... And that art of leaving alone is probably SPACE... This aspect of leaving one alone could mean or almost means leaving one on their own mostly at the good times... Ppl who demand space could or most of the times can need a helping hand around when in need...<br /><br />So you see there is this nuance between SPACE & being lonely or left alone...<br /><br />Cheers<br />Sne!!</span></span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-73305115499622998472008-03-31T00:41:00.002+05:302012-06-24T21:45:08.098+05:30Creatures of the Deep<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Ever wondered why cigarette smokers cant Quit?? And if they smoke they god damn well shouldn't.... Why addiction is So good.... bad???</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Because its simply passionate... U don't think so? Passion can drive a human sanely insane to the extent of turning his universe into flying fishes if he may so perceive!! [reminds u of taare zameen pe??]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It brings in such a zeal that can make one go to a turn which he mustn't have even imagined in his wildest nightmares.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just like a cigarette.... Was watching a cigarette turn to ashes today....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It gave me a pretty interesting insight. & i thot of presenting it to none other than my readers...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The zealous & passionate paper roll injected with a little tobacco doing wonders to the person inhaling the smoke emitted at the other end does make one wonder of the things that every living, dead, harmful, sinful, soulful things on earth hv some lesson & some perspective that can touch ur hearts.. Its similar to the glass being half full theory..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">the paper roll by means of enlightening tobacco makes sure that the smoke reaches his destiny...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its almost like composition & destruction going together... & almost the paper confessing to a small amount of tobacco which in turn doing just by way of flames [read the zeal of fire] to the person inhaling his death at the other end....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">As if the paper roll existed in flesh & bones heading towards its mission & composing the slow destruction of the smoker... But the smoker still invites his death... He knows he is dying... but he loves to be at the receiving end.. WHY? because he experiences the transformations. He is like the buddha waiting to see the light at the end of the tunnel.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">AMAZING... AIN'T IT????</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A cigarette breaks down to ashes. Its whole purpose in life is to serve its whole & break down to ashes. In breaking its own self into ashes to give a high [read kick] to the owner. venting itself for the sole purpose of the other?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Just like every one of us... who will break down to ashes one fine day... the only justification we need to give ourselves is did we receives the HIGHS, the kicks???</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The cigarettes motto is So defined!! So full of conviction... What does it take to own that kind of power? for a human being of course!!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I totally believe in the concept of power for & of a human being... [Fans of Ayn Rand anyone??]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its the conviction to fight against the whole world just to defend what is true for you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It takes the zeal of the burning cigarette, the desire of a passionate lover & a spirit of eagle to make ur dreams come true.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But why am i saying all this??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Again... blame it on my whim.... The thots knocked me & i simply welcomed the guest...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">& then they came inn & poured this down on me.... so i had to download all of this somewhere.!!!..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">hehe hehe...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Guess its bec.... probably once n a while we all need gyaan ... & i hv lotsa it....</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">But it doesnt end here... the cigarette theory continues... someday i guess ill find my cigarette... ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers!!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne..</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-30354843065827208332008-03-17T20:41:00.001+05:302011-06-11T14:38:07.734+05:30Parallel Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Apologies for being away for a long time! Not that i had nothing to write but blame it on lethargy, lack of spirit i suppose or anything you like... But since this blog exists on my whims i do get a benefit of doubt for being away... ;)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">No blogs for the new year is absolutely a shame.. Moreover when it comes to the next generation budding writer. So here I am once again to satisfy the quest of my readers...</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I dont have anything particular to write but its just that i have been pondering over some things that exist in a parallel fashion in ones mind. For instance career...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">U may want to do one thing but you might actually end up doing something else!! And still, this does not mean you cant do it effectively. But its just that only if you had something of your choice ud be better off.... there is just one more thing i have realized... Seldom in life you get the money & the satisfaction out of any one task... And this is good!!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Bec this is a case where your quest for doing something else opens up new avenues. Dis-satisfaction is not particularly a negative feeling. Exploited properly it can turn out your best advantage. Its just that the daily rigmarole of running behind big money [which is absolutely OK!!] takes a toll out of you. It tends to bog you down...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So what can you do to fight dis-satisfaction?? Take up a hobby... sounds hackneyed?? yes.. but seldom does anybody follow it. Its important to do things of your interest to keep the flame alive. Just because you landed up in a wrong job does not mean you loose the faith... u gotta multi-task... to keep the sanity... so that you LIVE life rather than just life living you??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sounds unconvincing?? do i sound like an aunt giving some lecture??</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So be it. I only talk from experience... There is so much i want to do in my life apart from just being a damned Business Analyst.. I respect it coz it pays me... Otherwise my life has a different direction al together.. If I just continue to be a Business Analyst all my life ill be a failure and will be passing on tht failure for generations.. . Somebody once told me.. You can only pass on what you have not what you don't. [that was the first & last thing that I believed that person.. lol]</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">So if i take up some dance classes, some guitar classes, some course on bunjee jumping, para gliding or even bar tending ill do better as a business analyst.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You don't believe me??? U outta try it dude!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">You know why?? Because my right brain will be at par with my left brain. :)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Leaving you with these beautiful lyrics by Avril Lavigne:</span><br />
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"My Happy Ending"</b><br />
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So much for my happy ending<br />
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...<br />
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Let's talk this over<br />
It's not like we're dead<br />
Was it something I did?<br />
Was it something You said?<br />
Don't leave me hanging<br />
In a city so dead<br />
Held up so high<br />
On such a breakable thread<br />
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You were all the things I thought I knew<br />
And I thought we could be<br />
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<i>[Chorus:]</i><br />
You were everything, everything that I wanted<br />
We were meant to be, supposed to be, but we lost it<br />
And all of the memories, so close to me, just fade away<br />
All this time you were pretending<br />
So much for my happy ending<br />
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh...<br />
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You've got your dumb friends<br />
I know what they say<br />
They tell you I'm difficult<br />
But so are they<br />
But they don't know me<br />
Do they even know you?<br />
All the things you hide from me<br />
All the shit that you do <i>[CD version]</i><br />
All the stuff that you do <i>[radio edited version]</i><br />
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You were all the things I thought I knew<br />
And I thought we could be<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
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It's nice to know that you were there<br />
Thanks for acting like you cared<br />
And making me feel like I was the only one<br />
It's nice to know we had it all<br />
Thanks for watching as I fall<br />
And letting me know we were done<br />
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-1287331818938303982007-12-12T23:53:00.000+05:302007-12-29T11:35:04.566+05:30Rabindranath Tagore says this in Gitanjali:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">'Obstinate are the trammels but my heart aches when i try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend. But I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is the shroud of dust & death. I hate it yet I hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret & heavy. Yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted'</span><br /><br />These words almost sound like contemporary & ancient both at the same time... Didn't it make you wait & think for awhile? An alert mind experiencing this &can take the effort to pen it down. Its easier to feel than to express. Just like its easier to feel free when you are actually trapped. It just probably explains the situation for all of us. We are all slaves living under the disguise of freedom. Aren't we?<br /><br />We all have chains around all of us. Chains of relationships like love, friendship etc.. also many others of a similar kind. Since we are in these chains we long for freedom but now tht one has got so attached to the chains given the freedom desired they might be afraid to take it.. Get it?<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Obstinate are the trammels but my heart aches when i try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.<br /></span><span>Its like </span><span>one is so attached to some chain tht he might feel bad to break them... Consider your boss in ur organization.. The same guy whom you curse day in & day out. He might have been a good human being.. In reality he might have wanted something else from his life but<span style="font-style: italic;"> he is like that today bec he is trapped.. under his responsibilities... </span>and so he is like that. not his fault... so what can we do? give him what he wants in his life... he might hv wanted to be a freer man... But if he does get the kinda freedom he wants today he will not take it up....<span style="font-style: italic;"> Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. </span>Ur chains have become your friends. U cant live without your chains. They provide you security. Freedom means a lotta responsibility. Chains to everyday mundane life.. to fulfill the dreams of ur family.. these chains trap a human being completely.... But what can we do?? Slaves aren't we??? why should we feel ashamed of the freedom?? Probably bec we can hv freedom anytime.. but these chains keep us tied.. Chains are miseries.. giving happiness sometimes.... like being grounded with dreams to fly...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend.<br /></span><span>Freedom is a lot of responsibility and one is certain that in longing for this freedom cannot be futile... it has to be for something worthy... and the freedom is ones best friend... But these are hopes that lie in one heart. They may or may not come out to be true. And above these uncertain hopes are my chains of security ( read slavery) which are certain. and so i prefer clinging to them.<br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">But I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. </span><span>And so i do not have the courage to overcome or break the chains of slavery that exist in my life...<br /><br /></span><span style="font-style: italic;">The shroud that covers me is the shroud of dust & death. I hate it yet I hug it in love.<br /></span><span>This one becomes a little more philosophical but the mng in indeed beautiful. it refers to the body [shroud]. One knows its useless & life less & that the reality lies in the soul... I am aware of my fake body & so I hate it & still I hug it in love... [ instances of lovely hypocrisies of humankind ;) ]<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret & heavy. Yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted'</span><br />This ones beautiful.. Kinda refers to the very first post i wrote abt my graduation coming to an end. It says tht when u keep struggling for something you fall in love with the chase. U become so attached to the chase of finding that certain something tht you forget the whole motive. Something what i wrote in the first post which meant that i was getting my post grads degree- something for which i have been working hard. But i wasn't happy the day i got it... why because i had fallen in love with the chase.. fallen in love with the path tht led me towards it...<br />so when i finally get it i wasn't happy.. what do i do now?? Now tht i hv got wht i want i shd hv been happy but i wasn't... -> <span style="font-style: italic;">Yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted'</span> I am afraid what will i do with the freedom which i have been asking for? I have got so attached to the chase tht i have for gotten the whole motive of the chase.<br /><br /><br />Brilliant isn't it? ;)<br /><br />Note: Inspiration of this write up comes from Osho's Book -> Freedom [The courage to be yourself]Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-66189659917402915912007-12-03T22:05:00.000+05:302007-12-04T00:51:17.442+05:30Random thoughtsLife is a bitch... it certainly is.... It slaps you hard when you are on your last licks... It just leaves you when u want company..... when u want somebody to listen to you...<br />Its important sometimes that you are just heard to.. without been questioned a bit... Just need to vent yourself of the daily burdens....<br />Sounds negative... but then.. ppl put up wid me.. coz this IS my space... I intend to relieve my head of some stupid feelings & thots..<br />Its just some of those days where u remember if u had to now write an essay on 'The day when everything went wrong' you would know exactly wot to write... Back then in school i made up stories for the sake of the write up... not that right now i am gonna elaborate on tht essay but sometimes life pinches you hard... and all you are left with is a red itchy mark on ur skin with no reasons to back it up...<br />It gets you thinking... for reasons unknown.. maybe its just my own pang & i need somebody to blame it on... maybe i feel so weak at times tht i need a wall to lean on.. is tht wrong? do i sound weird? do i sound like one confused soul who is wandering on this earth & struggling to find its identity?<br />Sometimes i think to myself..<br />Do i know me?<br />Do i knw wot does life want outta me?<br />Does my life have a definite direction?<br />Is it necessary at all for an individual in his life to have a direction?<br />Where is my career heading towards?<br />M i happy with my career.. wot would i be doing if i wouldn't be in Polaris?<br />Do i wanna change my industry? Can i excell here? Wht if i turn out to be a failure?<br />Will i ever marry? Do i want to marry? Can i live alone? All my life... will it be possible...<br />If yes.. how will i feel Alone or Lonely?<br />Ah these are just passing thots probably... i may or may not take some of them seriously.. Or may be some f them...<br />Maybe the career related issues can be worked upon to atleast get a definite answer..<br />Money does seem to be an intriguing factor but satisfaction of work tops the list i guess...<br />So i may well put some thot into it....<br />Whoa... I dunno wht am i writing .... But today i feel ife questioning my life & my existence on this earth... There is this idealistic path & there is this realistic path... they dont seem to meet in life... A fren recently asked.. 'Can we live in an idealistic world..?'<br />It got me thinking.. dunno wot i answered him tht moment i guess i told him its quite poss...<br />But then wot does it take to get to living idealistic?<br />Would it be fun? Would everything right in ones life be OK? Does idealism actually relate to things going right? Or does it mean things going in the way they should go? But who decides how shd they go? U? The world? The society? Will idealism make you/me happy?<br />Does any body recall any picture purrfect situation? THE most idealistic one?<br />Can a person hv total control of his life? Can he behave the way he wishes like? Does he need to adhere to society & its rules? Will his own control lead to his own disaster?<br /><br />Sometimes you feel trapped.. You wanna get out of it... Out of your mind who constantly questions you thousands of things about ur identity.. your future...<br />U feel like a leg stuck in a half broken shoe... like a cockroach lying upside down on a layer of water.. Helpless.. hopeless... struggling to find its way out...<br /><br />But one day i will surely seek answers to these questions.. till then ..<br /><br />Check these lovely lyrics by Aerosmith... [The god of rock]<br /> <p><b style=""><span style="font-size: 20pt;">Hole In My Soul<o:p></o:p> <o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p>I'm down a one way street</p> <p>With a one night stand</p> <p>With a one track mind</p> <p>Out in no man's land</p> <p>The punishment sometimes</p> <p>Don't seem to fit the crime</p> <p> </p> <p>Yeah there's a hole in my soul</p> <p>But one thing I've learned</p> <p>For every love letter written</p> <p>There's another one burned</p> <p>So you tell me how it's gonna be this time</p> <p> </p> <p>Is it over?</p> <p>Is it over?</p> <p>'Cause I'm blowin' out the flame</p> <p> </p> <p>Take a walk outside your mind</p> <p>Tell me how it feels to be</p> <p>The one who turns</p> <p>The knife inside of me</p> <p> </p> <p>Take a look and you will find</p> <p>There's nothing there, girl</p> <p>Yeah I swear, I'm telling you, girl yeah 'cause</p> <p> </p> <p>(Chorus)</p> <p>There's a Hole In My Soul</p> <p>That's been killing me forever</p> <p>It's a place where a garden never grows</p> <p>There's a Hole In My Soul</p> <p>Yeah, I should have known better</p> <p>'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose</p> <p>Yeah, yeah</p> <p> </p> <p>I'm as dry as a seven year drought</p> <p>I got dust for tears</p> <p>Yeah I'm all tapped out</p> <p>Sometimes I feel broken and can't get fixed</p> <p> </p> <p>I know there's been all kinds of shoes</p> <p>Underneath your bed</p> <p>Now I sleep with my boots on</p> <p>But you're still in my head</p> <p>And something tells me this time</p> <p>I'm down to my last licks</p> <p> </p> <p>'Cause if it's over</p> <p>Then it's over</p> <p>And it's driving me insane</p> <p> </p> <p>Take a walk outside your mind</p> <p>Tell me how it feels to be</p> <p>The one who turns</p> <p>The knife inside of me</p> <p>Take a look and you will find</p> <p>There's nothing there, girl, yeah, I swear</p> <p>I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause</p> <p> </p> <p>(Chorus)</p> <p> </p> <p>Yeah, is it over?</p> <p>Yeah, it's over</p> <p>And I'm blowing out the flame</p> <p> </p> <p>Take a walk outside your mind</p> <p>Tell me how it feels to be</p> <p>The one who turns</p> <p>The knife inside of me</p> <p>Take a look and you will find</p> <p>There's nothing there, girl, yeah, I swear</p> <p>I'm telling you girl yeah 'cause</p> <br />Cheers<br />Sne!!Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6712083981983658071.post-58346509436261068092007-11-10T23:35:00.000+05:302012-06-24T21:45:33.558+05:30to each his own<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The day after the diwali celebration i was feeling pretty listless at home... i explored all the possibilities of passing time... but all in vain...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Somehow at last i caught hold of a fren of mine who had a bit of time to spare & went out wid her for a drive.... we werent really sure where we were heading towards.... we just stopped at a nearby mall to do some window shopping... Basically we were just busy catching up on the lost times (due to change in jobs & cities) chatting all the way looking at things & ppl & just passing empty comments... since our sole motive was to PASS time... we were doing just that....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">whilst in the midst of the conversation i saw some female at the mall... or i thot i saw a female who was soo not like a female.... finding something weird i decided to investigate & follow tht person a bit to get a better look... to my surprise tht person was a male in an attire of a women....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">It was not only me but several others who were staring at that female cum male personality at the mall... he was carrying a ladies purse, was wearing high heels & was wearing lotsa make up & was dressed up like a complete woman...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">i just blurted out the word transvestite... My fren along asked me wots tht???</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I simply replied to her thts a man who likes to dress up like a women... or any human being who like to dress up unlike the sex tht they were born with....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">naturally my fren asked me why wud someone do tht??? do u know anything more abt them??</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">well tht time i had no answer.... but now i do.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">so this ones for u NEHA,</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">wiki says:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Transvestism is literally the practice of cross-dressing, wearing the clothing of the opposite sex, and <b>transvestite</b> literally refers to a person who cross-dresses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">The meaning of <b> Transvestism </b>has undergone quite a few changes since the time it was first coined in 1910.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hence even today when we use the word its necessary to find out the context tht its been used in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">A dude called Magnus Hirschfeld coined this term tranvestism... this guy was a german physician, sexologist & a gay rights advocate...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">he used this term to describe ppl who habitually or voluntarily wore clothes of the opposite sex.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">but he knew tht tranvestism was not just all abt clothes.. its related to things & incidents beyond tht... it related to ppl who psychologically felt themselves as those of opp sex....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">[can u imagine?????]</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Herschfeld helped them get their first sexual reassignment surgery... or something called as a transgender ... or something more popularly known as third gender those dayz.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">[imagine waking up one fine day to find ur sex changed... oouch...in the morning ... yes.....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">forgive my perversion to those who let their thots run wild until they heard themselves say yikes]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Hirschfeld also noticed that sexual arousal was often, but not always, associated with transvestite behaviour; he also clearly distinguished between transvestism as an expression of a person's "contra-sexual" (transgender) feelings and fetishistic behaviour, even if the latter involved wearing clothes of the other sex.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In the Nazi era the Hirschfeld concepts of transvestites came to an end & transvestite behaviour came to be observed as an expression of homosexuality or some kinds of suppressed behaviours within ppl.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">In tht era another Greman sexologist called Harry Benjamin & his associates started working on these crossed dressed ppl and tried to fit them somewhere betn males & females [2 gendered framework as it was well know tht time] & came up with a new term called as transsexualism.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This term was totally against wot Hirschfeld wanted to establish. Hirschfeld strived to give these ppl some standard in the society where these ppl cud live the way they needed but Harry Benjamin's era forced these ppl to live like proper men or women. If a person cud not be cured of transvestite behaviour they were made to change sex & those who refused to do so were termed as homosexuals... so the nazis turned the transvestites into homos</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Later in 1969 the stonewall riots [a series of violent conflicts between New York City Police officers and groups of gay and transgender people] brought to light a distinction betn homosexuals & transvestites since more & more lesbians & gays started becoming visible who did not show tranvestite behaviour.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">This brought the humans to believe Hirschfeld's theory of transvestites & their role played in sexual arousal. Transvestites are basically MALES dressed like females because in tht era the western societies permitted women to wear clothes like men on grounds of fashion... & therefore male bodied species dressing up like women popularly came to be known as transvestites.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">[PS: this does not mean there can be no female transvestites]</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Today transvestites are often confused to be homosexuals. A person may not want to reveal his sexual identity due to social pressure.. In most cases this situation can become agonizing for him..</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Its also said tht transvestite fetishes often fade away with time & if a person wants he can even get some decent counseling advice where he can meet other transvestites & discuss his problems or share his emotions perhaps.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Transvestism cannot hamper a personality of an individual who chooses to indulge in it... as rightly said its a fetish & it has all the possibilities of fading away with time.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">One last note to ppl are who r still reading this piece...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Do not confuse transvestism with homosexuality... there is absolutely no link... most of the transvestites are often heterosexuals....</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">I Hope all my male friends are listening!!!! ;)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Cheers</span><br />
<span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;">Sne!!!</span></div>Snehal Vaidyahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06310039208139465564noreply@blogger.com1